The Lycan King Faceless Mate

06

"I will do it," she smiled as she entered the back of the bar. A few minutes later, she brought out bottles and set them down. On the counter, two specific drinks were sitting in glasses, but they weren't placed together. One glass was right next to me, and the other was closer to Liam.

Liam leaned against the back counter, looking at me. "You've been staring at the floor all night. Do you belong to anybody out there?"

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. "No. No one. I'm just the caregiver for the Calloways."

"That's nice," Liam smiled, nodding. "I bet they are good people to work for."

"Yeah," I said, smoothing down my black dress. "They really are. They saved me, honestly." I looked at him. "Please can I have a drink, not alcoholic I need plain fruit."

"Alright," Liam nodded, pushing a small glass of juice toward me. "Here you go."

"Thanks," I said, reaching for a glass.

Suddenly, a loud, piercing scream echoed from the center of the hall.

I snapped my head around, my shoulders tensing instantly. Across the room, Elena was throwing her head back. It wasn't a scream of danger; it was just loud, obnoxious laughter.

"Tsk." I hissed under my breath, rolling my eyes. "It's not so hard to know if a she wolf is in a building."

I turned back to the counter, my mind still annoyed. Without looking, my hand reached out and grabbed one of the glasses on the tray. I didn't realize that in my distraction, I had picked a different drink, not the one Liam had poured for me.

Before I could take a sip, the female server rushed back over, scooped up the remaining two drinks on the tray, and hurried off toward the dance floor. I watched her hand the glasses directly to Elena, who immediately carried them over to the tall, pierced stranger I had seen earlier.

Elena handed one of the glasses to the tall guy. They were laughing about something. He took a sip, his sharp jawline tightening as he swallowed.

So, she's with him, I thought, swallowing the liquid in my own glass. It tasted sweet, with a strange, heavy warmth that hit the back of my throat. Maybe based on the fact that they are from the same social class, she is his mate or something.

But within two minutes of finishing the drink, a violent wave of heat slammed into my body.

It wasn't my mark this time. It was a thick, intense heat that flooded my entire torso, making my skin flush dark red. My breath hurried.

I looked up at the ceiling, wiping a line of sweat from my forehead. "Is the air conditioner even working in here?" I muttered.

I stood up, shaking my gown slightly to get some air. I wanted to see if I should go to the back control room to fix the settings, but as I looked around, the curtains were drifting under a perfectly cold breeze. The AC was working fine.

I turned to Liam, my voice trembling slightly. "Are you feeling the heat that I'm feeling right now?"

Liam blinked at me, his face completely normal. "No. Where is the heat from? I'm not feeling any heat at all."

"Something is wrong," I whispered, my knees suddenly turning to water.

Just then, the female bartender walked back behind the counter. I grabbed her arm, my skin burning hot against hers. "Are you hot? Is it hot in here?"

"No, honey," she said, pulling her arm back with a surprised look. "It's freezing near the ice chests. You look really flushed, though. You should try going to the restroom. Maybe after washing up, you'll feel better."

"Okay," I choked out. "Okay, I'll do that."

I turned away from the bar, my vision blurring slightly. I glanced back toward the dance floor one last time. The tall, cute guy was completely gone from the spot, and Elena was just about to leave the floor too.

I stumbled down the quiet hallway and pushed open the door to the staff restroom. I turned the faucet on high, splashing freezing water directly onto my face.

It didn't help. The heat inside my blood was changing my body from the inside out. It was too intense. Even though I wasn't wearing a bra under my black gown, my n*****s became completely, rigidly erect, poking sharply through the thin fabric. A sudden, heavy wetness filled my lap, dripping down my inner thighs.

I gripped the edges of the sink, panting heavily as I blew cool air down my own collar. "Why now?" I whimpered into the mirror. "Why am I on heat now of all times?"

My head started spinning, a heavy dizziness clouding my eyes. "I think I will just go to bed instead," I muttered to myself.

I pushed the restroom door open and staggered back out into the corridor. Luckily, as I reached the back exit, I ran right into Mrs. Calloway and Clara, who were sipping a drink.

"Mara? Where are you going?" Vera asked, her eyebrows drawing together as she saw me leaning against the wall.

"Where are you off to?" Clara added, stepping forward.

"I need to sleep," I gasped out, my voice thick and dizzy. "I don't feel too good right now."

Vera looked at my flushed face and immediately nodded, her expression softening. "You need to go to bed, dear. You have been working for days straight. Go on up."

I turned my heavy eyes to Clara. "Please… can you cover for me for the rest of the night?"

Clara nodded quickly. "No problem at all, Margaux. Just make sure you are good. Go get some rest."

"Thank you," I breathed.

Walking like a complete zombie, I stumbled through the dark, twisting hallways of the wing. My vision was swimming. I finally reached my room, shoved the door open, and fell face-first onto the mattress.

But the moment my body hit the sheets, my wolf started stirring with a wild, feral energy.

The fine hairs on my arms and legs began to grow longer, sprouting rapidly on my skin as the supernatural heat peaked. My breath came in short, fast gasps. I rolled over onto my back, burying my head against the pillow, my legs automatically spreading wide as the heavy ache between my thighs became unbearable.

"Just to calm myself," I muttered, my voice completely ragged in the dark room. "Just to make it stop."

I licked my middle finger, the moisture cool against my skin, and immediately dipped it deep into my soaked p***y.

"Ah…" I gasped.

I started thrusting my finger inside myself, my hips arching off the bed on instinct. I gripped the heavy green blanket tight with my left hand, the skin of my fingers turning red as I kept thrusting harder and faster, trying to drown out the burning in my blood. The rushing of my own pulse was so incredibly loud in my ears that I didn't even hear the heavy click of my bedroom door unlocking.

I didn't hear footsteps crossing the floor.

"f**k," I moaned, throwing my head back into the pillow as I pushed deeper but it was only getting worst. "I need to be fucked."